Mrs. DANSEN’s DELIGHTS

My failures have always been a growing source of my success, not least because they came together. It is also the reason why I simply love storms. With a little luck, they always pass, provided you keep navigating . The sun is out there for us to believe in its revealing powers’; every time.

Eventually more clear and brighter than ever, the obstacles encountered in life have proved to be nothing more than hurdles dotting the way I needed to never stop following … all the way into the light of knowledgeable accomplishments.

”Sometimes going through hell leads you to high water” and , by Heavens, have I been rewarded for my relentless efforts towards nothing more than a feeling of love for life itself and everything within Creation ! I have reached such high waters that I cannot believe my luck. Of course, I am talking about every thing adorned with love – the truth we all apparently aimlessly seek -, but in this case, I must admit, there are some waters in my mouth when salivating like a hungry puppy (a picture of myself in that state would not be very appealing, but my friend Garfield could give you an idea of the drooling powers exerted by certain sights and sounds, even before the scent kicks in), whose high levels must be, therefore, mentioned.

Against my best efforts to keep my devouring ‘Coeliac’ nature under control and behave like a well-trained husband, my wonderful lady’s culinary talents get the better of me; every time. They make me compelled ever so often to keep another promise that I made to my unique granny. ‘Be careful, my dear’, she used to say so lovingly, ‘you must become a man who loves food tremendously because he’s ever so loved, and not a man who looks for love because his stomach requires the service of a cook’. So, I relentlessly strive to be so worthy of my blessing – the love my soulmate expresses in many ways, but also through gripping culinary symphonies: the tunes of her ingredients.

PUBLICITY IS NICE, BUT CAKE WOULD BE BETTER.

I’M JUST HERE FOR THE FOOD.”

THIS IS HOW IT ALL STARTED…

Our relationship was not going great.

Our work commitments within disappointing environments, extreme tiredness, poor eating and everything that came with this overwhelming set, from bad sleep to no sleep at all, started to take a toll on our being and the very little time we could spend together became full of unnecessary tensions

but one day, between a a working week horrendous, short weekend dominated by chores and the very beginning of another daunting week, she woke up with an unexplainable urge to bake cookies. Involuntary stress reliever, postponement of working hours, cravings, divine intervention, etc. Who knows? She just started to bake cookies, early in the morning before the inevitability of dealing with the world. And baked she did !!!

My wonderful wife baked some very nice cookies. I am a small guy, but the cookies were as big as my palm. I called them ‘monster cookies’. With great delight (no pun intended), I began gulping the round temptations like there was no other food to ever be had in the world anymore. Some almond milk helped me wash them down in a smoother fashion and , like Odie and Garfield, my reason for being needed no further research. I was smiling, but not only because the sweet treats were deeply satisfying. I was smiling in gratitude for the greatness of life. When we least expected, or felt like it for that matter, tired and stressed, with no other thoughts and prayers but of and for sunshine and rest, my wife started to bake.

‘I really don’t know what came on to me’, she said. I was not complaining, of course. My tummy tum was lobbying hard for gentle restraint. Being a perfectionist, she was not very pleased with the result, but I was jubilating in all my recovering Coeliac’s nature. ‘This is a great idea for… a never-ending snack’, I quippedexclamated. Would you bake some more of these delights, please? You should share your culinary talents with the world and offer appreciating people like myself the chance to smile once more about a seemingly insignificant thing (what is so special about some cookies?), powerful enough, though, to lift our spirit and turn the tables !!’

I was smiling, because strong spirits always prevail and surprise with feats of unexpected civilised defiance. Strong spirits always prevail, because the true nature of a person never fails to rise to the surface when the occasion demands it, through everything we do. It’s who we really are that shines through the tools we employ.

It does not matter how long it will take or how desperate the situation seems to be, strong spirits always prevail. Strong spirits will always prevail, becaseu they never give up. IN this life or the next, we all get what we truly deserve. The Universe will see to it. Silly remarks? Perhaps; but not to me. I know I am part of everything, becaseu Everything has spoken to me. It lies in each and every one of us, in wait for us to thoroughly begin the search . and Everything begins with Love. There is no other way. Anything you see with love is the truth. The rest is just smoke. So, let us rally our efforts towards enjoying only true food !

My wife is simply amazing and she never ceases to astonish. She is my truth.

Our relationship has become sweeter and sweeter ever since. We went back to our beginnings when there was nothing but the love that brought us together like wandering particles through a Universe we only perceive as chaotic. We decide to stay with the basics until they steer us towards a natural progression.

Life is just a spiral in time, after all and individual lives are not a reflection of the Universe. Our lives need to emulate the place we seek in the Universe. Perhaps we will succeed in learning more before the time of going home arrives.

… WITH AN UNEXPECTED IMPULSE TO BAKE COOKIES

BANANA BREAD

BREAD 1

BREAD 2

CAKE

SHORTBREAD

CUPCAKES

This must be the story of many of you, our dear friends…

”All is One”,

so, once more, I can only humbly imagine

how we must be alike… in bringing

our uniqueness together

''THIS IS TORTURE